The sun blazed high in the sky, casting golden rays over the sprawling college grounds. Students gathered in the central arena, their excited noises filling the air.
The Treasure Hunt—a tradition passed down for generations—was about to begin, and it was bigger than ever.
The event was hosted by the Archeological Studies Department, a fitting role to their field of expertise. Professors and students alike had spent months preparing for it, and their hard work showed in the grand stage, maps, and the energy rippling through the sudents.
I stood with my group, my arms crossed, my mind sharp and focused. I have to win this, I thought, my curiosity regarding that stone roaring to life. The treasure chest would be ours. No matter what.
"Welcome to this year's Treasure Hunt!" boomed Professor Gerald, the head of the Archeological Studies Department, from the stage. His voice carried across the field, silencing the crowd.
